Kerri Anne Byrnes

2010

They say the government has storehousesUnderground barracks or some such nonsenseFilled with the building blocks of our existenceSeedsFoodVials of medicine for the next great diseaseThey create and moreI am scaredBut then I scare easyThe man with the gleam of a cue-ball crownThreatens and cajoles the EnemyHe wants it all stoppedLike I do and you doThe greed, the playacting on the news, horror and deathA techno-worldWhere we've had our souls replaced by microchipsAnd radiation from our I-PhonesWhen statistics frame a state of mindSo gritty with the mucus of confusionGreat Eyes that seal shut against the FearThe lemmings run joyfully to the Atlantic and PacificWeighing themselves down with backpacks filled with Fashion magazines and screaming about how each of them Is an individualEven as they make the same fatal jump and become inconsequentialI see the world I knew has changedSoldiers that look as small as toys approach from the Eastan army with the most poisonous ideologyAnd more from the West who mask the very same ideasAnd We The PeopleAre caught in the middleAnts between two sets of boots